[Taylor Hawkins]

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-12.html




Kate Upton
Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: St. Joseph, Michigan



Nicki Minaj
Age: 35
Height: 5'2
Weight: 137 lbs
Bust: 34C
Hometown: Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago

Kate Upton (70%) defeats Nicki Minaj (30%)
"The two titans of the CWF stood arm-in-arm with one another in the center of the ring; entwined in a crucial, brutally exhausting collar and elbow. The towering Upton hunched over her straining foe as Nicki's planted heels began to skid backwards; all the momentum Minaj had seemingly brought into this fight slowly beginning to hit a proverbial wall. Upton was simply too much woman.

With an eruption of raw power, Kate shifted her weight and cupped Nicki's enormous, dangling orbs. Nicki's throaty squeals were drowned out by the roars of the crowd as Kate began to slowly churn her powerful legs, catching the raven-haired Minaj in a paralyzed backpedal, twisting and pancaking her fleshy breasts into her chin before; *THUD*.

Nicki let out an agonized grunt as the middle of her spine met steel, impaled by the turnbuckle. The two were practically in a sprint as they hit the corner, the jarring impact breaking Kate's double breast claw and sending the voluptuous blonde fleshily clapping against Nicki's bare sternum. A mist of sweat exploded as the two recklessly collided, their plump frames tangling as Nicki's stumpy height left her eye-to-eye with Upton's deadly assets. Nicki's twisted features were instantly enveloped by Kate's heaving bosom, disappearing between folds of bronzed flesh as Kate draped herself over the hapless brunette.

Nicki helplessly twitched and squirmed as Kate hugged the back of her skull, her muffled cries growing more frenetic with each passing second as the blonde's boa-like grip grew tighter. Kate's resolve was unwaivering, tasting the Title Belt on the tip of her tongue as the light slowly faded from the blubbering Minaj. Finally Nicki's hourglass frame fell slack, dangling from Kate's double-armed noose around the back of her skull before being tossed into a crumpled heap at her feet.




Charlotte McKinney
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 32F
Hometown: Orlando, Florida



Katy Perry
Age: 33
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: Santa Barbara, California

Charlotte McKinney (52%) defeats Katy Perry (48%)
"The whole arena could sense a brutal culmination was coming; such a gritty, savage fight having hit a tipping point as the busty blonde finally took control with no intention of relinquishing. A dishevelled Perry embarrassingly sloshed out of her offset bikini top as Charlotte led her toward the far turnbuckle with a deathgrip on the shoulder strap of her fatigued bra; scuffling along begrudgingly before the blonde slung her head-first into the waiting ringpost.

Katy's forehead sickeningly smashed against the steel turnbuckle, a fleshy yet metalic clap erupting as the dazed Perry daintily pirhouette away from the corner. As Katy drunkenly wheeled back toward the waiting McKinney, her face was coated in a crimson mask, a nasty gash above her left eye leaking heavy drops of blood down her jawline onto her bare sternum.

Her eyes were already vacant as she clumsily fell into Charlotte's arms, tucking her head underneath her armpit and artfully spiking Katy's forehead into the canvas below with a callous, completely unnecessary DDT. Katy was utterly motionless at impact; the faint jiggle of her plump, upturned derri?re quaking in unison with the springy ring floor as her limbs slid spread eagle. With a gentle shove, Charlotte sloshed an unconscious Katy to her back, her bare D-cups dwarfed by McKinney's own F's as the blonde planted a palm on Perry's quaking rack and secured the 3-count pin?.




Kristen Bell
Age: 37
Height: 5'1
Weight: 105 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Huntington Woods, Michigan



Sophia Bush
Age: 35
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Pasadena, California

Kristen Bell (54%) defeats Sophia Bush (46%)
"Despite being two years her senior, Kristen had spent the last few anxious minutes running circles around an increasingly sluggish Sophia. As the staggering brunette gingerly swept a handful of dishevelled bangs from her bulging hazel eyes, she came face-to-face with a furiously charging Bell.

With a hoarse grunt, Kristen snagged the front clasp of Sophia's frazzled bra and slung her recklessly into the near ropes. The two cups of Sophia's bra fractured in Kristen's palm as she trampolined back toward Bell, her bare sternum helplessly exposed for a brutal abdomen-splitting knee to the gut. A fleshy clap exploded as Kristen's toned thigh pierced Sophia's waistline, doubling her over at the hip.

Sophia powerlessly hunched at the waist, a stream of drool sloshing from her breathless, gaping mouth. Completely oblivious and crippled by Kristen's knee, Sophia placed a shaking palm against the canvas to remain somewhat upright, her pert C-cups bared and teardropping toward the floor. Kristen was furiously panting, her mind racing as Sophia began to drunkenly haul herself back upright, knowing this was her opportunity to clinch her first win.

With an athletic leap, Kristen craned one of her lean gams above Sophia's head and drilled her in the back of the head with a Leg Drop Bulldog. Sophia crumpled to the mat face-first as Kristen dropped into the splits, her bare breasts mushrooming against the canvas as she instantly fell deathly still. As her heart raced, Kristen flipped the unconscious brunette and hooked one of her thighs, hoisting it to her chin for a humiliating leg-hook 3-count pin".

[ricky89]

Now title match Upton vs McKinney?

[Taylor Hawkins]

Now title match Upton vs McKinney?

Charlotte's gotta earn her way there, but she's on the right track

[wheelman]

Jennifer Lopez vs Nicole Kidman

   

Resistance was quickly becoming futile for a clearly over matched Nicole Kidman as JLo pressed her attack overwhelming Nicole with a barrage of kicks and punches sending the tall slender actress awkwardly back peddling into a table and chairs in the backroom of a trendy Hollywood night club. Now backed up against the table Nicole tried using her substantially longer reach in a frantic effort to hold her attacker at bay, but to no avail as the stronger more athletic Latina almost effortlessly brushed aside Nicole's lanky arms before grabbing her strawberry blonde hair yanking her off the table and sprawling on to the floor.
With a smirking Jlo contemplating her next move a disheveled and distressed Nicole frantically picked herself up off the floor and in full retreat made a break for the door as quickly as her long legs would carry her. But JLo was in hot pursuit and quickly ran her down before reaching the door. Grabbing Nicole by the arm Jlo spun her around before burying her fist in Nicole's slender midsection causing Nicole to double over in pain. With the taller Nicole hunched over JLo pushed her head down level with her crotch before trapping Nicole's slender neck between her powerful thighs. By the time Nicole realized what was happening it was too late, JLo had her locked in the dreaded standing neck scissors hold. Nicole frantically scratched and clawed at JLo's famous booty in hopes of causing Jen to at least relax her vice like thighs but this only caused Jen to return the favor by reaching over the hunched over Nicole's back pulling up her dress and digging her claws into her perky albeit far less impressive backside.
 
Bent over awkwardly with her long legs quivering Nicole could now only muster whimpers and muffled sobs as JLo had her in a position that was as humiliating as it was inescapable. Jen knowing she was now in full control of her hapless victim once again turned her focus to Nicole's derriere. This time grabbing her black lace panties and executing a good old fashioned "atomic wedgie". Nicole could only yelp and grimace in humiliation as Jllo gave her panties a violently hard yank wedging them deep in her nether regions. With her long legs on the verge of buckling a by now thoroughly beaten and humiliated Nicole offered no more resistance and Jen sensing her conquest was complete relaxed her thighs around Nicole's neck allowing her to collapse on the floor at her feet. Jen then calmly bent over  and whispered in Nicole's ear "I take it were done here sweetie" Nicole by now completely drained and broken in turn submissively whimpered "yes please...no more..". "Alright then" Jen replied cockily. Then with Nicole's lanky frame sprawled out at her feet and a ravenous group of paparazzi on hand Jlo thought it would only be right that she oblige them with a victory pose or two before returning to the dance floor.

[Jackflash Jump]

Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco



Pushed to the point of exhaustion, the two beauties swayed on uncertain legs, their bodies, stripped of all but their bikini panties, were soaked with sweat, their lungs gulping in breath.  Kaley moves clumsily toward her opponent, arms raised and poised to grab Mila's long dark hair.  But the brunette strikes first, cracking the side of her hand across the blonde's chest.  Cuoco gasps and takes a step backward, and with a rush of her dwindling adrenaline, Kunis unleashes a flurry of chops, the barrage causing Kaley's bare breasts to bounce wildly, beads of sweat flying from her flesh, as she grunted in pain and stumbled back.

Sensing that victory was at least her's to seize, Mila grasps Kaley's upper arms to hold them to the blonde's sides, and she pulls her right leg back, preparing to drive her knee up into Cuoco's groin for the match-ending coup de gr?ce.  But this time it was Cuoco who struck first, slamming her head forward, smashing it squarely between her opponent's eyes.  Kunis reeled backward, eyes glazing over as she struggled to not collapse to the penthouse floor.  The blow did damage to Kaley as well, but not nearly as much, so she only needed a few moments to gather her wits.  Stalking after her adversary, Cuoco delivered a stinging backhand blow that cracked across Mila's face, the force of which caused her to spin around, leaving her back to her rival.

Moving with all of the speed her battered body could muster, Kaley wrapped her arms around Mila's waist, and with an Amazonian bellow, she lifted the brunette up off of her feet.  For a long moment, the spectators thought the blonde was executing a belly to back suplex, but when she suddenly brought Kunis's body downward, it became clear that she was subjecting the hapless brunette to an atomic drop.  Mila's crotch slammed mercilessly down upon Kaley's bent knee, the impact ripping an agonized howl from her throat as she sailed forward to the floor.  She face face-down on the carpet on her knees, her rear end raised up as her hands clutched at her throbbing womanhood, tears welling in her eyes.  Cuoco gave a satisfied smirk and, with her foot, roughly shoved her trembling opponent over onto her back.  Kaley then jumped up and dropped down to the floor, her right elbow drilling Kunis in the belly, expelling the air from her body with a sickly whoosh.

Mila lay there, eyes narrowly open, moaning in anguish.  Kaley was so spent she also lay on the carpet for long moments, rallying what scant strength she had left.  With great effort she finally managed to sit up, and then get to her knees, before finally she could regain her feet.  Although she had undeniably won, the blonde knew full well the value of "good optics"...of leaving the spectators with a memorable image that will be burned into their brains forever.  And so Cuoco placed a foot upon the heaving chest of her rival and sexily preened as she flexed her arms in a victory pose, establishing utterly who the superior woman is.  At least on this night....

[Taylor Hawkins]

Special thanks to jdo90 for the Keira vs. Taylor submission

The Ring





Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York



Mandy Moore
Age: 33
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire

Lindsay Lohan (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)
"After a horrid start, the resilient, albeit winless Moore had slowly begun to turn the tides in this thrilling beach showdown. Mandy had yet to find a way to translate her towering frame into much of a competitive advantage, but as she stood over a breathless, genuflecting Lohan it looked as though she was about to do just that to secure her first win. As Mandy hunched at the waist to haul Lindsay upright by her frazzled auburn locks, Lindsay covertly buried her hands beneath the coarse ground; her fingers clutching two palms of sand before savagely slinging the blinding chunks into Mandy's eyes.

Moore immediately pirouette away from the downed redhead furiously clawing at her pupils, mewling inconsolably before careening into the bowing ropes behind her. With the help of a suddenly rejuvenated and resurgent Lohan, the rudderless, gangly brunette was slung awkwardly through the middle ropes, splashing down into the rising tide just at the edge of the makeshift beach ring.

Lindsay was practically frothing at the mouth as she approached a hapless Moore on all fours, snagging the writhing brunette by the shoulder strap of her bikini. The moderately-endowed Moore instantly spilled out of the displaced cups of her top, her teardropping breasts cutting through the incoming tide as Lindsay dragged her to the edge of the surf on hands and knees.

An appalling clap of flesh erupted with each violent impact as Lindsay began to barbarically hammer Mandy's gorgeous features into the compacted mud. Mandy's body fell completely slack long before Lindsay ceased her attempts to bore a hole through the sand; clumps of mud and ocean-soaked strands of hair caked against Mandy's delicate, unconscious features. Mandy's lifeless frame pitched and rolled with the incoming tide as Lindsay craned her head up for the aghast audience to see, her freed breasts spasming and mushrooming into the impressionable sand below. Not content with the stomach-churning destruction thus far, Lohan tied a glorious bow on the performance by plunging Mandy's face back into the surf, grating her features into the mud before being pulled off by league officials finally stepping in to make sure things didn't go any further".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Sarah Chalke
Age: 41
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Ottawa, Canada



Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France

Sarah Chalke (57%) defeats Emma Watson (43%)
"There was an unmistakeable buzz of electricity in the air, one that typically didn't accompany an undercard fight such as this. On the heels of being butchered by blonde bombshell Brooklyn Decker, the heavy betting favorite Emma Watson was being put through the ringer by a relentless cougar nearly fifteen years her elder. Emma looked as baffled as anyone, doe-eyed and helplessly breathless as she continued to fearfully retreat from the blonde's assertive advances.

The tides began to turn just moments earlier when a seemingly accidental sleight of hand mishap left Emma guiltily holding Sarah's tattered bikini top; the bare-chested blonde venomously and vindictively pressing for revenge with reckless abandon. Emma had no answer whatsoever, clumsily trudging through the viscous sand and negligently backing herself into the ropes near the far turnbuckle. With a furious yelp, Sarah charged Watson, scooping up the frozen deer-in-headlights and flipping her on her head.

Sarah draped her Brit ragdoll over the corner turnbuckle in a binding Tree of Woe, agonizingly twisting her legs up in the pliable ropes to ensure escape was out of the question. A suddenly frenzied Watson attempted to free herself as Sarah carefully climbed the ropes, balancing on her haunches perched atop the turnbuckle just above Emma. The redhead's flexibility and athleticism was on full display as she craned upwards in a full-body crunch, her toned abdomen straining as she attempted to undo the shackles around her calves, her back parallel with the sandy ground below.

Sarah suddenly launched herself off the top of the turnbuckle, dropkicking an impossibly vulnerable Emma square in the jaw. Emma's lithe body went immediately limp as the back of her skull rattled off the ground, her arms lifelessly hanging sprawled in the sand above her head. A snobby Chalke leaned down and scooped a convulsing Emma up by the crook of her armpit, undoing the drawstring of her bikini top and slinging the sweat-soaked material into the crowd. The blonde sure knew how to please, leaving the unconscious Watson strung up in a humiliating Tree of Woe; her pert, perky pair defying gravity as she lifelessly spasmed, dangling upside down from the corner turnbuckle".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York



Kat Dennings
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34DD
Hometown: Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania

Kat Dennings (54%) defeats Scarlett Johansson (46%)
"Scarlett was a viperous frontrunner, picking the increasingly exhausted and languid Dennings apart as the fight continued to drag on to the detriment of the heavier brunette. Kat's colossal, liberated double D's were imprinted in the moist sand below, mewling as she push up-pressed to all fours at Scarlett's heel.

As a visibly hampered Kat struggled to pull herself together, the bosomy blonde sprung toward the near turnbuckle; athletically leaping atop the makeshift ring post and posturing up for a game-ender. Just as Scarlett reached her perch and twisted around to attempt a high-flying top turnbuckle splash, Kat desperately lunged forward and swiped Scarlett's left ankle, sweeping her off balance. The startled blonde let out an abrupt yip before gasping in horror, breathlessly heaving as her thighs were suddenly split by the top rope.

Scarlett's legs were viciously dichotomized by the unforgiving rubber cable as she tumbled from the turnbuckle, the entire ring quaking before she clumsily sloshed to the ground, crippled by the awkward low blow. Her mouth hung agape in horror as she cupped her slit; sweat-soaked features coated by a layer of sand as she writhed against the ground.

Sensing further opportunity, a panting Dennings hurled her curvaceous frame over Scarlett's, flattening the blonde to her backside with ease. Scarlett's shoulder blades sunk into the quicksand below as a suddenly domineering Kat enveloped the blonde's twisted features with her fleshy orbs; skillfully massaging her face deep into her milky cleavage. An already reeling Scarlett stood virtually no chance of squirming out of this suffocating straitjacket, squealing and twitching for only a handful of seconds before slipping into violent convulsions. Simply out of sheer exhaustion, Kat refused to relinquish the breast smother until Scarlett's limbs fell slack; finally peeling off the blonde's glossy features once a token 3-count was in the books".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK



Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania

Keira Knightley (57%) defeats Taylor Swift (43%)
"High-pitched shrieks fill up the raucous arena as Keira Knightley and Taylor Swift rip at each other's hair with a vengeance. Neither woman had been able to pick up a victory since their arrival and this match would be a chance for one woman to prove her dominance.

The fight started out as a typical catfight -- full of scratching, hair pulling, and clothes ripping -- but soon the match spirals into chaos as Taylor Swift began using several underhanded, illegal maneuvers. The referee received a workout as he chased behind Taylor, warning her to stop using the ropes for leverage during a choke and to release a submission hold during a rope break. The tall blonde waived off the ref, determined to win by any means necessary. She refused to lose to a woman as weak as Keira.

The official of the match seemed to be giving up keeping order; however, Taylor pulling out a pair of brass knuckles hidden in her top was the last straw. The referee immediately steps in front of the leggy pop star, preventing her from approaching her opponent. Taylor proceeded to argue with the referee, screaming and pushing him. Fed up, the ref began to motion to ring the bell and disqualify Taylor when suddenly, the blonde's body froze, her jaw dropped and her eyes buldged out.

Everyone's initial confusion as to what caused Swift's sudden frozen state was quickly identified as a set of five, freshly pedicured toes peeked out between the American's slender thighs. Taylor's knees turn inward, her hands jutting down and wedding between her thighs, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Her face contorts in anguish as a low sob emits from her trembling red lips. The brass knuckles fall to the mat as the tall blonde collapses on her side, sobbing in pain and massaging her sore womanhood.

Keira uses her barefoot to gently shove her rival onto her back. The brunette Brit leaps up and bends her leg, forcing her bony knee to stab Taylor's tits. Swift clutches her flattened breasts, mewling and babbling like a baby. Knightley takes her sweet time removing the last remaining garments covering Taylor's body, unveiling her lanky, yet form, body to the rowdy spectators. Keira smirks and, for the first time ever, willingly shimmies off her panties before straddling Taylor's neck. She carefully parts her rival's blonde hair, forcing the blonde to stare up at the British woman's pussy.

"When will you ever learn? Cheaters never prosper and you, my dear, are going to face the consequences." Keira sternly lectures the pleading songstress. Taylor, in one last act of defiance, shouts "Get your fishy vagina out of my faMPHHHH!"

Keira cuts her off, dropping her aroused sex flush against Taylor's mouth. "Now, you have two options: you can put that slutty mouth and tongue to use, or I can ride your face and do this..." Knightley reaches back and clamps her fingernails onto Taylor's nipple and wrenches it upwards. Swift shrieks and, with no where to run, begins to slowly lick, her face twisting in revulsion. Keira rocks her slender hips, scrubbing her dripping pussy across her rival's mortified face.

Keira grabs Taylor's head, forcing her face even further into her crotch, grinding her clit against Swift's button nose until she finally releases in euphoria. The brunette's lanky body quakes in excitement, her pelvis thrusting hard, as she completely douses Taylor Swift in her juices.

The referee has long since counted to three and, as Keira shakily rises to her feet, raises her hand in victory. Keira smirks at Taylor, snatching up the American's red panties as a keepsake, before prancing out of the ring, elated from her first victory. Meanwhile a nude Taylor Swift sobs uncontrollably in the ring. She rolls onto her tummy and begins slamming her fists against the canvas and kicking her legs, throwing a complete tempertantrum. Tears roll down her cheeks, mascara running and mingling with Keira's sticky love-juices. Swift was once again beaten, stripped nude and, even more degrading, her face and tongue soiled in the remnants oforgasmic release".

- Submission by jdo90

[jdo90]

Cardi B vs Taylor Swift





Taylor Swift was the epitome of egotism as opened up a small cosmetic mirror, admiring her perfectly applied eyeliner. She preens herself, thoughlessly twirling her nimble fingers through her goldenlocks, her blue eyes tracing every pore of her smooth face. "Not a single blemish," her red lips curl in a foxy sneer.

The lanky blonde's face quickly transformed from self-assured arrogance into awe-stricken bewilderment as the hit single "Bodak Yellow" thumped inside the crowded arena. She quickly closed her mirror, and gawked as an irate Cardi B came strutting toward the ring.

Taylor was on top of the world as her new "bad girl" persona was beginning to gain traction. She proclaimed to her fans that she was still America's Sweetheart but to her competitors, she would only answer to a new title: 'Queen Taylor' and the Queen issued a challenge to the "One-hit-wonder, Nicki Minaj wannabe". Taylor's personal assistant was tasked with slashing Cardi's tires. Taylor didn't expect her rival to take a cab, something the Queen was above doing, and show up to fight.

Cardi made a beeline for Swift who squealed like a little girl and slid under the ropes, trying to run away. Taylor's screams pierce the arena as Cardi snatches a handful of blonde hair and roughly slams the whimpering beauty's face against the audience barricade. The crowd roars in support of the young rapper as she tosses Taylor back inside the ring.

Card I B savagely torments the lanky pop star with an array of spears, running knees and elbow drops. Taylor gracelessly teeters toward an awaiting Cardi B. Taylor's blonde, disheveled hair obscures her vision, causing her to unwittingly stumble closer to her rival. Cardi makes her presence known by scooping Taylor up and slamming her with a devastating spinebuster! Cardi easily scoops up Taylors long legs, rolling her rival onto her belly, and locks Taylor in a Brooklyn Krab (an elevated Boston Crab), harshly arcing her leggy opponent's spine. Tears stream down Swift's ruddy face as she wildly taps her palm against the mat in submission. Cardi drops Taylor's lanky legs and raises her fists.

The young rapper purses her lips as she poses above the sniveling whimp. "The beating I just gave your skinny ass was just an appetizer. Once I can prove what you did to my whip, I'm coming for you." Cardi spits before strutting out of the ring. Taylor Swift, yet again the hapless loser, could only whine and hold her aching back, blubbering useless threats and curses at her rival.

[wheelman]

Bravo jdo! Miss tall blonde and uncoordinated goes down yet again! I also totally agree with you on the fact that she has tried to manufacture this new "bad girl" image in an effort to stop being bullied by her peers. Silly Swifty! 

[Xtra164]

I'm normally of the mindset that Swift is a deviously ruthless fighter that can take a lot of girls out, but that was a very well written take jdo90, as all your stuff is, and in that match-up I agree that she'd take the loss

Dianna Agron vs. Lea Michele




I've waited so long for this glorious moment and it's finally here. You're finished, bitch!

The soon to be victorious Dianna could picture it now: standing tall in triumph over her former Glee co-star after years of forced pleasantries and fake admiration between the two. It sure looked like the win was in the books as she held a woozy Lea Michele high in the air sitting on her shoulders in prime position for a match-ending powerbomb slam. She paused for a second just to comprehend the rush of success and conquest that was about to wash over her, but perhaps just for a second too long. Michele knew that this was about to be the killer blow for her unless she could come up with an effective counter move quick that would somehow turn the tides her way. Just as the brunette was about to be hurled down to her demise by her cocky blonde rival, Lea suddenly clamped her thighs around Dianna's neck, and swiftly flung her upper body down and back flipping Dianna completely upside down and spiking the top of her cranium to the canvas in a flawlessly executed hurricanrana counter!

It was so effective that Dianna actually bounced back up to her wobbly legs from the high impact move only to then stumble face-first right into the turnbuckle! Lea looked back behind her in mounting excitement, beyond ecstatic that her desperation maneuver actually worked, when she not only saw a completely disoriented Dianna rebound right into the corner but then ricochet again still on stuttering feet back towards the center of the ring. Michele couldn't have possibly planned it any better and she sure wasn?t about to let this moment go to waste. Thinking of how the powerbomb was sure to put her away just seconds ago, Lea figured she'd take Dianna's idea right from her! Kicking Agron in the gut and doubling her over, Lea quickly wrapped her arms around the blonde?s waist, flipped her atop her shoulders and immediately came crashing down to the mat driving Dianna down in a ring-shaking sitdown powebomb!

Dianna landed hard on the back of her head and upper back, her legs folded her with her dress succumbing to gravity and falling inside out exposing her plump booty sticking straight up in the air in just a pair of skimpy white lace panties, as all she could do was weakly moan and look up in equal parts bewilderment and shame while Lea held her down in this mortifying position and the ref began the 3 count. Michele put all the strength she had left in holding Dianna's stacked up body down for the victory but it wasn't much of a contest anymore at this point. Poor Agron was finished; a humiliating loss that she just choked away against an arch rival. Lea on the other hand was beaming with joy having pulled a win from the jaws of defeat and finally showing her former colleague who owned this relationship. She kept her victim held down in the matchbook pin and raised her palm high in the air and delivered a single crisp and loud spank right down on Dianna's jiggling right asscheek leaving a defined handprint on her milky white flesh before rising to her feet and soaking in the spoils of victory and placing her foot atop the still folded in half Dianna.

[gene smith]

Bravo jdo! Miss tall blonde and uncoordinated goes down yet again! I also totally agree with you on the fact that she has tried to manufacture this new "bad girl" image in an effort to stop being bullied by her peers. Silly Swifty! 

do you blame somebody for wanting to get rid of an unwelcome reputation?

[Taylor Hawkins]

Special thanks to fasteddy44641 for the pair of submissions

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-14.html




Christie Stevens
Age: 31
Height: 5'2
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 36D
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah



Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"The already raucous crowd had been absolutely whipped into a frenzy as Stana continued to mount a storming comeback; slinging a disoriented Christie Stevens into the turnbuckle with authority before unloading a pair of crippling backhanded slaps to the blonde's naked chest. Stana's statuesque frame had been completely bared early by the tenacious porn star, her fragmented top and bottoms littering the outskirts of the ring, though she remained brazen and confident.

Christie's dangling D-cups teardropped toward the canvas as she sagged at the waist, sloshing back and forth as she clutched her sternum in shock, hoarsely wheezing. The blonde's cheek smeared against Katic's bare abdomen, mascara streaking across Stana's hip as she readied an axe-handle to Christie's hunched spine. An unrelenting, borderline-dirty Christie had other ideas however; ruthlessly whipping her forearm between Katic's legs before her axe-handle hammered home. The brunette froze in horror at the low blow, draping over the blonde's dipped shoulder before Christie cleverly swapped positions with the reeling Katic; slinging her spine-first into the turnbuckle where she'd been trapped just seconds before.

Stana inconsolably sunk against the steel post, wilting to Christie's height as she feebly cupped the neatly manicured landing strip shaven above her cxnt. Having halted the snowballing brunette in her tracks, Christie aggresively began to take command of the fight; tucking Stana's drooping head underneath her armpit and readying her for a heavy suplex.

Struggling with exhaustion, Christie clumsily fumbled at Stana's hip, blindly searching for the waistband of her bottoms to help with leverage before realizing her opponent was completely naked. The blonde's devilish fingers continued to grab and slide through folds of flesh, eventually brushing over Stana's pelvis and nefariously thrusting inside her exposed slit. Katic's knees instantly buckled, her thighs quaking as she let out a mortified, breathless squeal; nearly genuflecting to a knee if it hadn't been for Christie holding her upright.

Christie ruthlessly hooked the wilting brunette with her middle and ring fingers, violently fingering and hoisting her toned frame completely upright by the pussy. Katic's snared lower half spasmed as Christie paused in a Delayed Vertical Suplex; her fully erect, golden frame glistening under the heat of the overhead lights before Christie pulled the trigger.

The springy canvas erupted as Stana's body sickeningly impaled the mat; sloshing lifelessly to her backside completely spread eagle in the dead center of the ring. The blonde's freed bosom mushroomed against Stana's pert, quivering B-cups as she alertly slid across Stana's frame with a crossbody pin. Christie's off-hand once again traced Stana's exposed mound; hooking one of the brunette's twitching stems and cradling it against her ribcage for good measure as the 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Stana was in complete shock holding her jaw and stumbling in the middle of the ring. To think she had almost declined this match thinking that it was an instult. 'A tiny little porn star!? This league was for celebrities'. Stana had thought upon hearing who her opponent would be. But now here she was, head spinning, jaw hurting, ears ringing from the screaming crowd. The tiny little slut took every hit like a brick wall. Earlier in the match Stana hit Christie hard in the eye but Christie only screamed in fury and fought back in a frenzy. Stana defended herself easily enough at first with her size and skill but eventually one especially hard upper cut made it through and that was all it took to send her reeling. Stana drunkinly wandered over to the edge of the ring but just as she reached out for the rope she felt Christie grab her hair with both hands. Christie screamed and leapt over the top rope still holding Stana's hair. As Christie landed on her feet outside the ring Stana's neck was pulled down on the top rope and she made a horrible gagging sound. Christie released Stana's hair and she was sling shot back to the center of the ring landing on her back and holding her throat.

Christie jumped back into the ring and without bothering to check if Stana was injured ran and soccer kicked the older girl in the face, knocking her out cold. She only then bent down to check Stana's breathing. After a moment she was satisfied the rope had only gagged her and that didn't cause any serious damage. She then proceeded to remove Stana's shorts and then panties much to the crowds delight. She thought about taking them as a trophy but decided on something else instead. She shoved the undergarments in Stana's open mouth and took a picture with her cell phone. She uploaded it to twitter with the caption. "Easy first match. great start to my fighting career".

- Submission by fasteddy44641




Maria Kanellis
Age: 36
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Ottawa, Illinois



Kesha
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 lbs
Bust: 34B
Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Maria Kanellis (53%) defeats Kesha (47%)
"A bewildered Kesha awkwardly twirled away from a radiating elbow to the cheek, her jaw hanging agape as her sapphire eyes vacantly scanned the captivated crowd without so much as a peep. A violent explosion of sweat accompanied the brutal forearm, her cheekbone already flushed from the bruising contact before she'd even made half a revolution on her toes. The blonde's heels scuffled across the canvas as she drunkenly stumbled toward the far ropes, extending a swaying hand toward the supporting cable just as the ring began to quake behind her.

Despite her lesser stature, the more experienced Kanellis aggressively launched herself into the ropes at Kesha's back, springboarding across the ring with reckless abandon. Devout fans of the former WWE Diva knew exactly what was coming; rising as one as she hurtled toward the wandering blonde.

With an overzealous yelp the athletic redhead launched herself into the air, catching the back of Kesha's turned head and viciously spiking her face-first into the mat with her signature finisher; the Beautiful Bulldog. Kesha's skull lifelessly trampolined off the canvas; limbs sliding flat, splayed to all four corners of the ring. Intent on becoming an immediate fan-favorite in her first CWF match, the redhead took a moment to toy with the unresponsive blonde; unhooking her diamond-studded, matte black bra and allowing Kesha's fleshy tits to slosh free of their confines.

All it took was a slight shove to the shoulder to nudge the convulsing blonde to her backside, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Maria expertly hooked one of her weighted gams and secured an uncontested leg hook 3-count pin. An animated Kanellis drew her thumb across her throat as she dismissively slung Kesha's limp leg to the ground, mouthing; "Victim number one..." to the nearest camera as she slid out of the ring".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Stacy Keibler
Age: 38
Height: 5'11
Weight: 130 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Rosedale, Maryland



Kaley Cuoco
Age: 32
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Camarillo, California

Kaley Cuoco (51%) defeats Stacy Keibler (49%)
"The margin between these two blondes had been razor thin all night before Stacy's comfortability in the ring started to take over; using her neverending reach to sling Kaley toward the far ropes. The ever-confident, buoyant blonde danced across the ring like a weightless ballerina as a struggling Kaley helplessly sprung off the ropes, trampolining across the ring toward a rapidly approaching Keibler. As athletic as anyone to grace the CWF, Stacy wound up for her signature Spinning Heel Kick; taking her eyes off the target for just a split second as she pirouette.

For the first time all night, Kaley was thankful to be only 5'6; alertly dipping underneath Stacy's roundhouse kick and rebounding once again off the opposite ropes at Stacy's back. Kaley picked up speed off the ropes and lunged into Stacy as she recklessly wheeled back around, whipping the bony joint of her elbow into the blonde's agape jaw.

Time seemed to stop as a sickening crack of flesh erupted from the center of the ring; Stacy's lithe frame going completely stiff before lifelessly tumbling to the mat like a felled redwood. The unconscious blonde's limbs splattered as she crumpled to the canvas, violently twitching as she slid spread eagle on her back. The entire arena could hardly believe what they just saw as Kaley towered over Keibler, panting and planting a smooch on her own forearm, the weapon of destruction. With an elated grin she stepped up to the lifeless body of her fellow blonde and planted a victorious heel on her rising bosom, calling for a token 3-count from the official".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Nicky Whelan
Age: 36
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Victoria, Australia



Kate Mara
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Bedford, New York

Nicky Whelan (56%) defeats Kate Mara (44%)
"A tattered, disheveled Mara was on the verge of tears as she meekly cradled her freed breasts, drunkenly stumbling into the ropes as she continued to retreat from an aggressive, domineering Whelan. The blonde's athletic frame glistened under the overhead spotlight as she patiently waited for an opening from the blubbering redhead, her toned abdomen flexing with each labored, exaggerated breath as she stood with hands on hips.

Kate wheeled as she hit the ropes, exhaustedly draping her right arm over the top rope and practically collapsing into them, haphazardly turning her back to the prowling lioness behind her. Nicky alertly sprung toward the absentminded redhead, slipping her forearms around Kate's waist and cinching her wrists together against the front of her pelvis.

Kate's curvy frame bowed against the flexing ropes as Nicky pressed into her, backpedaling a handful of steps with Kate in tow before exploding upwards. The incredibly fit blonde effortlessly hoisted all 115 pounds of Mara to her tippy toes and slung a squealing Kate over her head with a breathtaking German Suplex.

Kate's frame gracelessly collapsed on top of itself at impact, scrunching in half at the waist before springing back ever so slightly, miraculously avoiding a serious injury. Her awkwardly contorted body slunk to the mat as Nicky stacked a jaw-dropping pin on top of the suplex, arching her body into an impossibly dynamic bridge pin. The redhead's milky gams slid into the splits as Nicky kept her lifeless butterfly stapled to the mat; the crotch of Kate's bikini bottoms biting into her spread lips as her body weight folded over itself. The humiliation was mercifully short-lived as the 3-count rang out, finally being allowed to unravel as Nicky relinquished the pin to celebrate her first win".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Rachel McAdams
Age: 39
Height: 5'4
Weight: 119 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: London, Canada



Hilary Duff
Age: 30
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Houston, Texas

Hilary Duff (56%) defeats Rachel McAdams (44%)
"The crowd was going wild as Rachel stumbled accross the ring holding her head. She had been stripped down to her black bra and panties by the dominant Hilary was was now only toying with the older woman. Normally Hilary wouldn't torture an opponent but before the match Mcadams had texted Hilary's boyfriend and said "See you after the match." That didn't sit well with Duff.

Hilary moved behind the already beaten Rachel and kicked the back of her knees taking her down with a groan. Rachel was on her knees in her underwear looking out at the cheering crowd. Hilary roughly shoved her down on her face and raised her ass in the air. Rachel kicked her feet and begged but Hilary pulled her victims panties down around her knees and then started roughly shoving her fingers in and out of Mcadams already wet cxnt. In less than two minutes later Duff had made the embarrassed Rachel cream all over herself as the crowd cheered "Slut! Slut! Slut!" Satisfied she had taught the older girl a lesson she wouldnt soon forget Duff pulled Rachel up by her hair and finished her with a knockout knee to her face. She held the KOed rachel up on her knees by her hair long enough for the orwd to get some pictures and then tossed her face down on the mat, panties still around her knees. She removed Rachel's bra and took it to hang above her bed as a trophy".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

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Emma Watson vs Bridgit Mendler
 




A fight between two supernatural starlettes was what the fans wanted, and the fight promoter was more than happy to oblige, pitting Emma Watson, known for portraying a witch, against Bridgit Mendler, known for her portrayal of a vampire, was a no brainer for the man incharge of the Erotic Celebrity Federation.

On paper Bridgit had a notable advantage over her opponent. Mendler was 2 inches taller, her bust a full cup size larger and her opponent was 2 years her elder, but what Bridgit possessed in height and bust didn't make up for what she lacked in in-ring experience. Her lack of skills in the ring proved to be the poor American's detriment tonight.

Watson was too fast, too fierce and too smart. Bridgit was on the receiving end of a barrage of strikes as Emma effectively lashed out; her knees, fists and feet striking their desired target every time. Mendler was overwhelmed and underprepared, her boddy whipping around with every strike, forcing her skimpy skirt to hike up, unveiling her thong-clad ass. The blonde beauty clutched her head with one hand, her other hand holding her ribs, stunned by the onslaught.

Bridgit clumsily staggered, gracelessly wandering across the ring. Emma's lips curl in a grin as she lines her victim up and delivers a front kick to the blonde's sternum, dropping Mendler on her ass. Bridgit raises her head, her mouth agape, before falling on her back, her limbs spreadeagled.

Emma slips her shorts down, showcasing her toned legs, merely clad in a pair of very revealing cheeky black panties. The men in attendance are smitten with lust, the women experiencing a twinge of envy, as Emma seductively ambled toward her prey, her hips swaying forebodingly. The dainty black cotton of Watson's panties stretch tight across her derriere and her pale, bubbly ass cheeks flirtatiously peek out as she squats over Bridgit's face.

Emma simpered as she lowered her ass down upon her conquered rival, pinning her with a degrading facesit for the three count. Emma remained planted on Bridgit's slumbering face, wiggling her hips with glee as the referee hoists her arm in victory. Watson beams at the cheering crowd. The victress slowly grinds her hips, burying Bridgit's nose further under her plump backside, as she poses for the photographers at ringside.

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Ava Sambora vs Sailor Brinkley Cook



This impromptu match began at an exclusive cocktail party at a luxurious Malibu mansion, as Ava was about to be presented with a diamond and platinum tiara in recognition of her having been selected as the celeb catfighting Newcomer of the Year.  But, just as the bejeweled diadem was about to be placed on her head, a voice called out from the crowd of onlookers:  "If that crown is going on anyone's head, it's mine, and not that second-rate bitch!"  In shock, all eyes turned to see Sailor, a sneer upon her beautiful face as she looked the startled Sambora up and down.  Finding his voice, the host explained, "Ava was the choice of the Southern California group of enthusiasts, where she has done most of her wrestling.  Unless I'm mistaken, Sailor, you've spent most of your time fighting on the East Coast, and in Europe.  This selection was no slight to you," he added.  "We just aren't that familiar with you."

"Well, I'm here now," Cook said as she strutted up to Ava, the eyes of the two blondes locked and shooting daggers at one another.  "So I say we settle this."

The host began to protest that unscheduled matches are not the norm, but Sambora cut him off.  "She wants to fight?  We can do it here, or on the street corner she works, doesn't matter to me" the blonde taunted.  Ignoring the insult, Sailor said nothing in reply, but the smile on her face made it plain she was very happy with these developments.

The guests quickly gave the two beauties adequate space to battle in the spacious living room, and Ava and Sailor both stepped out of their heels and designer dresses, leaving each second generation siren clad only in black bras and thongs.  Not surprisingly, Sambora was far and away the choice of these spectators, and they lustily cheered her on as the match commenced.  For the first ten minutes the two battled to a draw, neither able to gain an advantage over the other for long.  Ava's devotees were confident however that as the fight progressed, her proven abilities would overwhelm those of the arrogant upstart.

So it came as a collective shock as the opposite happened.  As the match wore on, exhaustion took it's toll on Sambora, but Cook exhibited superior stamina; as Ava's movements grew sluggish, Sailor still moved with viper swiftness.  Soon enough, Sambora was throwing desperate punches that her rival easily side-stepped, and Cook would respond with a flurry of blows that sent her adversary reeling.  Now, the taut bodies of both blondes glistening with sweat, Sailor scoops Ava up in her arms and in a tremendous display of raw power, holds her up even as Sambora frantically squirms in her grasp.  Then, Cook suddenly throws her opponent down, slamming Ava's back across Sailor's bent knee.  Her spine afire with exploding pain, Ava shrieks in anguish.

Shoving her rival off her knee to the floor, Sailor grabs Ava's thong and yanks it up, the fabric digging painfully between the embattled blonde's cheeks as she's pulled up to all fours, and then made to crawl across the floor by her adversary.  Pride prevents the tearful beauty from submitting, but that's fine with Cook...it's not a submission which she's interested in getting.

A sharp knee suddenly cracks against the side of Ava's head, dropping her in a daze onto her back.  Sailor then sits down upon her, Cook's near-perfect derriere settling down on Sambora's angelic face, smothering her.  Ava's body thrashes with diminishing strength beneath her tormentor, but to no avail as she is unable to dislodge Cook.  Soon enough, Ava ceases to move altogether, save for the occasional spasmodic twitch, signaling that she is unconscious.  Sailor, a look of sheer haughty triumph upon her face, shoots a glance and arches an eyebrow at the host, and without a word he walks up to her and places the tiara upon Cook's head.

Sailor remains there, hands on her hips, the face of her beaten rival as her throne, as the crowd erupts into applause and cheers at their undisputed Newcomer of the Year!

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Simply wanted to say we've really enjoyed some of the great stories and contributions to the world of celebrity catfighting that have been made lately!   

This is obviously the biggest and probably best thread that we've gotten to witness on this site and to be honest, it should be larger.    When FCF was undergoing some technical difficulties, they were forced to reset to a previous site and many of those stories by any number of talented authors were lost.    If anybody had the wisdom to save any of those stories that were posted and are no longer available, would you be willing to share them again?    I can recall a few particular stories that are no longer available, but any stories that aren't around anymore could be "found" again, that would be greatly appreciated.     Feel free to share at your convenience and thank you! 

Have an awesome day!

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Olivia Munn vs Amber Heard

Olivia Munn luxuriated in the feeling of hapless Amber Heard?s head being crushed between her rock-hard thighs in a vicious reverse neck scissors. The brunette had the blonde right where she wanted her. Olivia arched up her back and looked over her shoulder at the prone Amber gurgling for oxygen.

Olivia laughed as she saw Amber?s face turn an ever-brighter shade of red. ?Ha! Not so pretty now, eh Amber?? Munn taunted her.

Amber rotated her hips and tried to rock Munn off her but the brunette quickly fired a series of elbows into the pit of Heard?s stomach to quiet her down.

?None of that now, blondie,? she hissed.

The fight was a polar opposite of their first meeting a few months ago. Amber was the more experienced wrestler and used that to her advantage, pelting the brunette?s face with a series of punches and then tiring her out with some long submission holds, most targeting Olivia?s arms and shoulders until she had exhausted the brunette and brought her to the verge of tears, Amber then started applying breast smother after breast smother, deploying one of of her stronger assets. Olivia was able to fend them off for a while but eventually grew too tired. Amber trapped her in a corner and just fed her copious amount of tit until Olivia was thoroughly jug smothered. The tit sweat made her want to gag but Amber gripped her by two handfuls of hair and pushed the brunette?s face ever deeper into her cleavage until Olivia was reduced to a helpless rag doll.

Olivia had been completely humiliated by the experience, especially when she saw photos afterwards of Amber posing over her knocked out body, pressing her fists against Olivia?s chin as if she had knocked her out with a punch or grabbing a handful of brunette hair and squeezing her cheeks as the blonde trash talked her unconscious rival.

Olivia used that humiliation as fuel and spend months training hard for a rematch.

Now her hard work was paying off. The fight had been even for the first 30 minutes or so with the two women trading submission moves and occasional high risk maneuvers. Olivia had been stung hard a few times and worried that she might be knocked out again but eventually her greater stamina took over and she started having her way with Heard.

She toned and strong legs proved to be a real difference maker. The first time she trapped Amber in a figure four head scissors, she felt an almost orgasmic feeling of satisfaction. She could feel her calves biting deep into Heard?s neck and the panicky reaction in the blonde?s body. Olivia was also a better mat tactician than Amber. When she got an effective hold on an opponent ? like the figure four on Amber ? she just kept grinding it in place, draining the strength bit by bit from her opponent.

Once she had Amber thoroughly weakened she then switched to another hold he would apply methodically. A knee across Amber?s throat; a cross-wing arm bar that almost broke the blonde?s right limb; a thumb thrust into the back of Heard?s neck?.but the most devastating holds were the one where she utilized her leg power. In particular a long sequence where Amber was trapped in the corner and Olivia pressed her feet into the blonde?s neck and face, simultaneously chocking and humiliating her.

Olivia then started just firing kick after kick into Amber?s face, breaking her nose and knocking her silly.

After that Amber was pretty limp and Olivia was able to drag her face first into the middle of the ring. Olivia then laid herself on top of the prone blonde and squeezed her legs on either side of Amber?s neck. The effect was instantaneous. Amber?s body tensed up in intense paralyzing pain. What?s more the pulsing of Olivia?s legs had the added effect of pushing up Amber?s trapped face into the brunette?s rock hard glutes.

?That?s right loser, get in there. Kiss my ass, baby,? Olivia laughed in triumph.

Eventually Amber started crying quietly out of sheer frustration at being so trapped. Olivia got another shiver of pleasure as she saw her arch enemy sobbing. The blonde was reaching peak humiliation now.

After a long tenure in the reverse neck scissors ? was it 10 minutes? 15? ? Amber had drifted off into a deep, deep slumber.

Olivia then got her revenge from the first match by inviting the ringside photographers into the squared circle so they could get a variety of close-up victory shots. There were photos of Olivia applying a tight sleeper hold on Amber?shots of her slamming right and left crosses into the blonde?s jaw?and, of course, a variety of scissors and leg holds that squeezed Amber?s soft, prone body into putty.

Finally after a suitably long period of posing, Olivia tied up Amber?s hands behind her with a skipping rope and, grabbing the blonde, by one arm led her on a groggy Walk of Shame into the locker room for some more private punishment.